Tag Archives: pregnancy

28 weeks: hakuna matata

You know you’re pregnant when… you leave the house wearing your super pretty new red heels, thinking you look all New York City pregnant chic only to discover hours later that your new jeans still have the sticker attached to the back of the leg. Awesome!

You know you’ve got major baby brain when… you forget small things, like leaving the house without running the stick of deodorant along your underarms, or when you repeat something you’ve said two seconds ago without realizing you even said it, or when you rely on strangers to run up and close your gas cap for you before driving out of the station, and then you forget major things too, precious things, like an evening date with your nephews, that you would never have forgotten pre-pregnancy.

You know you’ve hit a new pregnancy low when… you can no longer buckle up your own shoes because you’ve got a watermelon-sized, uncomfortable belly in your way, and require Big Ring to do the honours… he swears this pregnancy has me reverting in age. First I can’t seem to get through a meal without spilling food onto the floor, now I can’t buckle up my own shoes, what’s next?

You know you’ve instilled pre-parenting fear into your husband when… he’s looking at old photos of you with a horrified look on his face, not because you had major fashion issues (which I did) or because you went through a really bad corn row phase (which I did) or because in one picture you looked like you belonged on the anorexic ward, and in another you looked like you belonged to overeaters anonymous (both of which I did), but because of the way you held the most precious beings in your life – and then proceeds to ask, with genuine concern shadowing his tone: You’re not gonna pretend thumb-sucking alien baby is the Lion King or dress thumb-sucking alien baby in cabbage patch kids clothes are you? Are you?”

It’s no wonder my cats opted to run into the jaws of coyotes over the “safety” of my childhood home :)

Waiting for the Great One

It was almost 21 years ago when, for two straight weeks, I would barrel out of bed the second the phone rang in the morning, and would blurt out the same question in rapid-fire excitement as soon as the receiver was gripped in my hand: “Is it time?” My big sister was preggers with my first niece, and being the youngest of four, I was so unbelievably stoked to finally have someone younger than me to boss around (priorities right!). Growing up, my dear sweet niece was almost like a little sister; I oohed and awed over her as a baby, grew increasingly annoyed with her as she found her own voice, realized she was a pretty awesome chick, held every one of her accomplishments in high esteem, and loved her every step of the way.

One of those special moments forever captured between my niece and I on my wedding day

And so yesterday morning, deja vu struck me hard. The braces and bony pre-teen butt may have been gone, but the excitement was back. I gripped the phone tight, the butterflies in my belly wanting to take flight and waited for my niece to answer. As soon as I heard her groggy voice on the line (it was kind of early) that same question I had asked her mom 21 years prior was again bursting from my lips: “Is it time?”

My beautiful niece is preggers, and yesterday, on my moms birthday, it was her due date, but it wasn’t time. This morning, however, a day when my phone was inadvertently turned off, and I didn’t check Facebook until after 11 a.m., my niece went into labour. Well now doesn’t that just figure! As soon as I saw her post (which was made 6 hours prior!) I gasped. Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd!

I am going to be a great auntie 😀


5:30 p.m. BG before: 7.6 (2 Swedish Berries)
Temp. basal: -50 per cent
Distance: 7 km
Average pace: 6:07 min/km
Time: 42:29
6:30 p.m. BG after: 3.9

That run was tough! My calves felt like they were in a raging fire they were burning so bad, and my feet were clomping all over the place, and I felt like I just couldn’t keep a good pace, which was annoying the heck out of me, and my head was so not in the game, and the cherry on top: bad belly issues. Oh joy … guess they can’t all be perfect hey.